I left the hospital wing a few days later and I never went to the trophy room again. Harry, Ron and Hermione had convinced me not to return there as they said something about finding strange rooms sometimes that disappear.
I joined Hermione's dormitory in Griffindor house, sharing the dorm with Lavendar Brown and Parvati Patil. I wasn't too keen on them. They were a bit…giggly/irritating. Anyways, I met Ron's elder twin brothers. Gred and Forge, very funny people. They invited me for some homemade cookies once, tempting but Ron told me that they had probably bewitched them, so I passed.
Most of the time, Hermione would be helping Harry and Ron with their homework if they weren't having Quidditch practise.
And yes, the Quidditch season had started now that October had arrived. I had in fact spent a month here already! No one had mentioned anything about me going home yet though.
On the 15th of October, Griffindor were due to play against Slytherin in the first game of Quidditch. There were still 3 days. I can't wait!
After breakfast on the 14th, Hermione and I took some toast for Harry and Ron. I'd heard a lot about Quidditch but I had never seen it being played. It was just as exciting as the boys made it out to be. 7 players on broomsticks flying around the field, it was cool!
Watching all these brooms whizzing around was tiresome and it made my head spin. I started to doze off…
When I opened my eyes again, I was no longer on the ground. I was up in the sky on a broom; I was flying! Not alone either. He was there, flying beside me, keeping a close eye on me in case I fell. The sun beamed down on us and revealed his happy smile. I flew quickly around the treetop and the straight, against the light wind, shutting my eyes and feeling the cool breeze on my face. It was refreshing.
It was Hermione's scream that brought me back to reality. I burst open my eyes and looking out onto the Quidditch field.
"Katie's been hit!" shouted Hermione who dashed off towards the pitch. I followed closely behind. We reached the group of worried Griffindor players and there lying motionless on the ground was Katie Bell, one of the Chasers. She had been knocked unconscious by a bludger. Griffindor would be one chaser short for tomorrow's match!
*
The 15th came quicker than they all hoped and they were still a chaser short! Harry and everyone had been so worried but now, they had one idea.
"Please Hermione!" said the Griffindor team in unison.
"No Harry! You know I can't fly!"
"Hermione you're our last chance! If we're a player short we'll lose to Slytherin for sure!" pleaded Harry and Ron. Hermione was outnumbered and she wasn't so hard hearted anyway.
"OK," she muttered, "I'll do it, but I'm not very good!" That's the first time I've ever heard her say she's not good at something!
Anyway, so that morning Griffindor's team with their new player went to the pitch. (They didn't have any lessons in order to practise with Hermione). I tagged along obviously. They all went on to train Hermione and I just sat on the grass next to the spare broomsticks. I looked at the nearest one to me. I stretched out my hand to touch it; it jolted suddenly. I jumped. I got up and held my hand out directly above the handle. I've seen Harry do this a lot of times.
"UP!" I didn't expect anything to happen, but something did. Immediately after I shouted the command it shot up into my hand. I looked around me but no one had noticed. I felt a familiar tingling in my hand from the broom. Strange. If I'm not a wizard then I shouldn't be able to command a broom? Wizard or not I had to try so I mounted the broom and pushed off the ground. Instead of flying I landed with a thud on the ground. Oww!
Three is my lucky number; therefore I'm going to try again! But, guess what. I landed with a thud again! That's it! I've had enough! I threw the broom back with the rest and sat down again and rubbed my now bruised arm! I'm so stupid as if I could really fly!
I leant against the wall and like last time began to doze off…
"Don't give up." What? I looked around me. Harry and co were still practising so who's was that voice? "You know you can fly if you want to. Just pick up a broom and try…"
"Who's there? Who are you? Come out!" No reply. I got up and surveyed the pitch. I turned from left to right and then back to the left again and finally looking down at the pile of brooms.
"UP!" The broom rose once more and I clasped it tightly. I mounted the broom again and kicked off. I didn't fall. I didn't stand still. I was moving up and up and up. The wind blew in my face. I pulled the broom to stop and hovered. I knew exactly how to control it. This was amazing. This was wonderful! The broom obeyed every movement that my hands made! But how is this happening? How can I fly? I don't know magic! Or do I?
I joined Hermione's dormitory in Griffindor house, sharing the dorm with Lavendar Brown and Parvati Patil. I wasn't too keen on them. They were a bit…giggly/irritating. Anyways, I met Ron's elder twin brothers. Gred and Forge, very funny people. They invited me for some homemade cookies once, tempting but Ron told me that they had probably bewitched them, so I passed.
Most of the time, Hermione would be helping Harry and Ron with their homework if they weren't having Quidditch practise.
And yes, the Quidditch season had started now that October had arrived. I had in fact spent a month here already! No one had mentioned anything about me going home yet though.
On the 15th of October, Griffindor were due to play against Slytherin in the first game of Quidditch. There were still 3 days. I can't wait!
After breakfast on the 14th, Hermione and I took some toast for Harry and Ron. I'd heard a lot about Quidditch but I had never seen it being played. It was just as exciting as the boys made it out to be. 7 players on broomsticks flying around the field, it was cool!
Watching all these brooms whizzing around was tiresome and it made my head spin. I started to doze off…
When I opened my eyes again, I was no longer on the ground. I was up in the sky on a broom; I was flying! Not alone either. He was there, flying beside me, keeping a close eye on me in case I fell. The sun beamed down on us and revealed his happy smile. I flew quickly around the treetop and the straight, against the light wind, shutting my eyes and feeling the cool breeze on my face. It was refreshing.
It was Hermione's scream that brought me back to reality. I burst open my eyes and looking out onto the Quidditch field.
"Katie's been hit!" shouted Hermione who dashed off towards the pitch. I followed closely behind. We reached the group of worried Griffindor players and there lying motionless on the ground was Katie Bell, one of the Chasers. She had been knocked unconscious by a bludger. Griffindor would be one chaser short for tomorrow's match!
*
The 15th came quicker than they all hoped and they were still a chaser short! Harry and everyone had been so worried but now, they had one idea.
"Please Hermione!" said the Griffindor team in unison.
"No Harry! You know I can't fly!"
"Hermione you're our last chance! If we're a player short we'll lose to Slytherin for sure!" pleaded Harry and Ron. Hermione was outnumbered and she wasn't so hard hearted anyway.
"OK," she muttered, "I'll do it, but I'm not very good!" That's the first time I've ever heard her say she's not good at something!
Anyway, so that morning Griffindor's team with their new player went to the pitch. (They didn't have any lessons in order to practise with Hermione). I tagged along obviously. They all went on to train Hermione and I just sat on the grass next to the spare broomsticks. I looked at the nearest one to me. I stretched out my hand to touch it; it jolted suddenly. I jumped. I got up and held my hand out directly above the handle. I've seen Harry do this a lot of times.
"UP!" I didn't expect anything to happen, but something did. Immediately after I shouted the command it shot up into my hand. I looked around me but no one had noticed. I felt a familiar tingling in my hand from the broom. Strange. If I'm not a wizard then I shouldn't be able to command a broom? Wizard or not I had to try so I mounted the broom and pushed off the ground. Instead of flying I landed with a thud on the ground. Oww!
Three is my lucky number; therefore I'm going to try again! But, guess what. I landed with a thud again! That's it! I've had enough! I threw the broom back with the rest and sat down again and rubbed my now bruised arm! I'm so stupid as if I could really fly!
I leant against the wall and like last time began to doze off…
"Don't give up." What? I looked around me. Harry and co were still practising so who's was that voice? "You know you can fly if you want to. Just pick up a broom and try…"
"Who's there? Who are you? Come out!" No reply. I got up and surveyed the pitch. I turned from left to right and then back to the left again and finally looking down at the pile of brooms.
"UP!" The broom rose once more and I clasped it tightly. I mounted the broom again and kicked off. I didn't fall. I didn't stand still. I was moving up and up and up. The wind blew in my face. I pulled the broom to stop and hovered. I knew exactly how to control it. This was amazing. This was wonderful! The broom obeyed every movement that my hands made! But how is this happening? How can I fly? I don't know magic! Or do I?